Hikigaya's God Slayer Story

Chapter 24: The Complete Defeat of Japanese Jujutsu

It had to be said—being "strong at infighting" (only tough at home) does have its advantages.

For instance, the speed at which the Japanese responded to incidents on their own turf was astonishing.

Just as the Horus Sect's leader was arguing with his brother about whether a wizard's dignity or obeying traffic lights was more important, a group of jujutsu practitioners had already rushed toward the scene.

In theory, the Committee could have mobilized government forces, but the organization still retained a shred of decency and refrained from dragging ordinary civilians into magical conflicts.

A decision many would regret not long after.

The jujutsu practitioners acted swiftly—not for any other reason but because the Egyptian wizards had landed in Tokyo, Japan's political center.

While a capital city is always full of diverse people, the Egyptian group was far beyond the range of "diverse." They were as eye-catching as high-powered searchlights in the dark.

These guys just did not fit in with this city.

Had they not abided by the same rule as most magicians—never use magic on ordinary people—their power would have been enough to cause a social crisis in Japan within seconds.

And the jujutsu practitioners weren't willing to take that risk. The Egyptians had already struck down a Committee member upon arrival—it was clear they hadn't come in peace.

When the Japanese found the Egyptians, they were waiting for the Shinkansen (bullet train)—apparently giving up on their "we'll walk everywhere" ideology.

In reality, there was no way they could board the train.

The Committee had already mobilized government resources, and the station was now completely evacuated.

The battle broke out almost immediately—and to the Committee's shock, it went terribly.

The jujutsu practitioners launched a sneak attack with full power, but they couldn't hurt the Egyptians at all.

In contrast, one counterattack from the Egyptians took down nearly half the Japanese fighters.

The concrete ground turned as soft as soil. The Egyptians manipulated natural elements effortlessly, and the wax figurines they threw transformed into living creatures that left the Japanese spellcasters stunned.

But the real blow to their confidence came from the Egyptians' necromancy.

Fallen comrades were instantly turned into enemies. Even corpses that had been blown apart were magically reassembled and brought back to life—to fight as servants for the Egyptian side.

One swordsman from Kyoto, who finally managed to decapitate an Egyptian with outstanding swordsmanship, watched in horror as the Egyptian's head was reattached by his companion's incantation. A blast of heat then instantly mummified the swordsman's body.

That moment completely crushed the morale of the jujutsu practitioners.

Screw this! How are we even supposed to fight that?!

Predictably, the Japanese suffered a complete defeat.

After leaving behind a field of corpses, the surviving jujutsu users scattered in panic, chased all the way out of the station.

The Egyptians, who had taken zero casualties, did not pursue.

Realizing they could no longer use Japan's public transport system, they reverted to walking, leaving the station and heading north.

Their utter disregard for the local authorities not only infuriated the Committee but also left them feeling deeply troubled.

Compared to the now-mainstream European magic users, Egyptian wizards had always remained mysterious and aloof.

Few outsiders had ever interacted with them. But now that they had arrived in full view, the power they displayed was bizarre and formidable.

What stood out most was the Egyptians' exceptional defense.

No matter the kind of spell, it seemed they couldn't be harmed. Even magical traps were dismantled with a single feather, curses purified instantly.

Worse still, their magical energy seemed infinite—they showed no signs of fatigue, regardless of how long the battle dragged on.

The world's oldest magical civilization clearly still possessed formidable strength—an embarrassing revelation for the Japanese jujutsu community, who were used to playing kings in their own backyard.

Though the Committee still held more powerful assets, the strange, eerie aura of the Egyptians gave them pause. They opted to observe—for now.

Until they discovered that the Egyptians were headed for Chiba…

Whatever emotions the Committee may have had, the Egyptians were feeling proud after their overwhelming victory.

"Japanese are so weak," the wizards muttered on their march.

"I thought their jujutsu would be impressive."

"No, their attacks are decent. Their defense is just terrible."

"So foolish. Magic is, first and foremost, a power of protection."

Like other ancient peoples, the Egyptians believed the world was full of invisible forces—some were beneficial gods, but others were harmful demons, bringers of disease and destruction.

Thus, they believed defense was more important than healing, and healing more important than attack.

They regarded magic primarily as a protective force, meant to guard against evil. The Horus Sect brought with them a wealth of magical artifacts that amplified this protective power to its peak.

For instance:

Scarab rings drew solar energy and moisture, enhancing both nature's force and magical power. The Eye of Horus strengthened power, protection, safety, and health. The Ankh amplified life force. Ma'at's feather dismantled magical traps.

By contrast, Japanese jujutsu emphasized attack and relied on summoning guardian spirits—exactly the kind of dark force the Egyptians had spent millennia learning to counter and destroy.

That was the real reason behind the jujutsu users' total defeat.

Now, the Egyptians were heading toward one of the seven most dangerous places in the world—

The Campione's lair.

Of course, in the face of such tremendous power, they intended to take an entirely different approach.

"Alright, stop chattering. Beating the Japanese isn't something to be proud of," Mahamed cut off the discussion. "What comes next is what truly matters. Let me remind you all one last time—we're going to ask the Godslayer to bring justice for us. Everyone remembers that, right?"

"Of course, Chief. We won't forget," the wizards responded confidently.

There are always fools who think Godslayers are just lucky—but none among the Egyptians.

Their ancestors were the first to ever come into contact with Godslayers, the first to study them.

One Godslayer once led his people away from Egypt to the north.

That time, an arrogant Pharaoh paid dearly for his pride—along with several short-sighted temples and sects.

A lesson written in blood doesn't need to be repeated.

Generation after generation, Godslayers had left their marks on human history—some even became myths. The Egyptians remembered it all.

Compared to them, the so-called "Council" in Europe was a joke, merely toying with relics their ancestors had already discarded.

The excitement from defeating the Japanese quickly faded. The wizards returned to silence, and slowly, they advanced toward the city called Chiba…

Chapter 25: Hikigaya Papa's Morning

Hikigaya Papa got up very early today.

Actually, that's a given—he always gets up early…

As an old pro who could even drive a minivan sideways, there's no way he could survive without a strong body—this reminded him of the time he met his uncle.

Damn, that scared the hell out of him. He really thought the guy was going to run him over. Who the hell chases someone down with a minivan, driving sideways, and comes flying out of the car with a bleeding forehead just to tell that poor bastard he dropped his exam permit?

But ever since that incident, everyone scattered, and he never returned to Hinata Manor.

As for his aunt and uncle, they were probably out there digging somewhere in the world, just like him.

Digging was an interesting business—he'd given up a lot for it. Not just the hard-earned admission to Tokyo University, but many other things too.

"Daddy, hurry up! Don't stay in there forever!" came his daughter's voice, knocking on the door.

Ah, his baby girl was getting more distant with age.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming out!"

Already washed and dressed, Hikigaya Papa cut off the trip down memory lane and stepped outside.

Then he saw the ceramic jar that had been left on the table since yesterday.

He didn't get it—it was clearly an interesting piece, so why did his daughter think it was ugly?

Fine, he'd give it to his son when he came back. Speaking of which, it had been a while since he last gave the boy a gift.

That little rascal went missing for half a year by accident last time—truly an accident, huh? But… good job, kid. Just like your old man.

He'd heard the boy went off to study martial arts? Even better.

Back when he studied martial arts, it was for a whole year!

Though when he came back, his wife nearly beat him to death…

But his son didn't have a wife, so no need to worry. Keep training, keep flying—Dad's got your back.

Wait, he should call the kid. Hopefully he didn't run into any "old acquaintances" in Kyoto…

Just as Hikigaya Papa thought to make the call, figuring his wife was still asleep after last night's… well, passionate session (it'd been a while since he'd slept in his own bed), the doorbell rang.

"Ding dong—"

He was just about to pick up the phone.

Hmm? His daughter's friend?

Or his son's? Nah, no way.

No way his dead-fish-eyed son could make friends! Don't underestimate my genes!

Even if he did go off to Kyoto with a friend, this long after break, he was probably stood up and too embarrassed to come back, so now he's wandering solo.

Poor boy, don't cry—Dad loves you!

Totally unaware that if his son heard that, they'd probably break into a father-son brawl, Hikigaya Papa straightened up and headed to the door with flair—he had to present the image of a cool dad in front of his daughter's friends.

He opened the door.

Huh? No one?

Was it a prank—kids ringing doorbells and running?

"Are you blood-related to Hikigaya Hachiman?"

The voice came from below.

Oh right, he forgot—short people exist.

Feeling an odd surge of pride in his height, Hikigaya Papa happily looked down.

He'd already forgotten the strange question due to his good mood.

What he saw was a little girl.

A little girl wearing a thin knitted vest, a miniskirt, and deep purple over-the-knee socks.

She was beautiful. Hikigaya Papa had met many types of cute girls in his life, but he still had to admit—he never imagined anyone could be this exquisitely pretty.

He usually didn't like dyed hair, but this girl's silver was stunningly realistic.

But despite her beauty, she had no expression. This didn't seem like his daughter's friend—his baby girl had an expressive face.

Which meant… don't tell me the boy scammed someone for food, shelter, and love, and now the victim came to the door?

Yeah, at that moment, he couldn't say his son was just like him. If he did, the boy's mother would kill him.

He figured he should say—

Holy crap! You beast! Even a kid this small!?

Alright. Reputation saved! Nailed it! 100 points for this reaction!

"Hello." Hikigaya Papa gave a warm smile—back in the day, that innocent, disarming smile got him through all kinds of youthful adventures.

Who says losers need superpowers? They just need killer charm and a hint of shy-boy appeal, right?

Wait, why did the girl suddenly look like she was thinking "Did you get your head slammed in a door?" Ah, right—he forgot to wear his glasses.

No worries. Let the charming uncle aura radiate.

"Little girl, who are you looking for?"

"Are you blood-related to Hikigaya Hachiman?"

She only repeated the same question.

Blood-related? Oh, got it.

Chuunibyou—jeez, kids these days.

Back when he was young, he barely had time to sneak glances at cute girls, let alone play chuunibyou.

Still, knowing what that means makes me cutting-edge, huh? Truly impressive.

"I'm Hachiman's dad. Are you his friend?"

Hikigaya Papa flashed his full set of white teeth—the same smile his wife adored.

"In that case, no mistake. I require your son's room." The girl nodded, acting very adult-like, though she showed a flicker of confusion. "You… can look directly at me?"

Hikigaya Papa was starting to lose track of the conversation. Chuunibyou really was deep stuff!

Girls with chuunibyou call themselves "sessha" or "boku no uchi wa…"? Man, his own girl was way more normal—thankfully.

Still, no worries. Uncle Keitaro's traveled the world—his translation game was top tier.

"Are you here to hang out with Hachiman?" he asked, deciding to pretend she wasn't weird—girls' self-esteem could be fragile.

He squatted down and smiled, "But Komachi said Hachiman went to Kyoto. What's your name? I'll let him know when he's back."

"No need. He's already returned," she replied, sounding increasingly impatient. "Once I give birth, everything will be fine."

EEEEEH!?

What was that verb just now!?

Hikigaya Papa suddenly felt like he was hearing things. Was he getting old!? Impossible! He was racing cars just a few days ago! How could a man this awesome be aging!?

"May I come in now? It has to be your son's room," the girl said, visibly more annoyed.

Her eyes grew sharp—Hikigaya Papa keenly noticed she was wearing colored contacts too. Oh, cosplay! Kids these days loved that.

Still… her tastes were weird. Who likes owls?

Wait, that's not the point!

"Uh, sorry little one, what did you say just now?"

"I said, I need your son's room. I will give birth to your son there."

"WHAT!?"

Hikigaya Papa turned his head—because he wasn't the one who screamed, though he wanted to.

Because the person who did scream was…

"DEAR! LET ME EXPLAIN!"

Reflexively, Hikigaya Papa let out a wail of despair.

But beneath the furious glare of his wife, a deep, lingering confusion swirled in his mind—

Who the hell was this little girl anyway!?